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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Draco was about ready to rip every hair out of Granger’s head. Granted, she couldn’t help that she felt so lousy, but her snippy attitude was grating on his last nerve. She’d made it crystal clear that if he so much as looked in her direction the wrong way, she would deck him. Over a week later, he wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t hit right back.

He tried to see it from her perspective. A week in constant pain was no picnic and the potions that Dobby brought didn’t work as well as the ones she normally ingested. Dobby had furiously tried to deliver the correct ones, but the room wouldn’t allow it. It apparently favored harboring murderous thoughts. He couldn’t take much more of this.

Hermione retreated to the far corner, trying to get as far away from Malfoy as possible. She’d been itching to kill him all week. It wasn’t really anything particular thing he did, but every time he asked her if she was alright, she wanted to climb the walls. He needed to just leave her alone and let her deal with it. But no, he was attentive and tried to be nice, which only made her mad. She didn’t want to be coddled.

If she were honest, she couldn’t believe that Malfoy could be that nice to anyone, let alone her, especially during such an embarrassing event. And she was completely mortified but there was nowhere to get away from him. He’d given her pick of the meager food they had, made sure she took her pain potions on schedule, and tried giving her the softest spot in the makeshift mattress. The worst part was she couldn’t figure out why. She didn’t dare ask though. A week of her snarling attitude was most likely wearing on him. Even in her aggravated state, she knew not to push him. He could only take so much before snapping and then they might actually kill each other.

She placed her back on the cold stone wall and sighed in relief. At least it was over. The pain was subsiding and she was starting to feel human again. She hadn’t had an episode like that in years, almost since she’d hit puberty. Then again, this situation was quite stressful and she was getting by on substandard potions.

Draco watched her walk back over to the mattress with guarded eyes. She looked tired and frail and it worried him. He told himself again that his only concern for her was that she’d get sick and he’d be stuck with her. It was getting harder and harder to fool himself though. Even though she was as snarky as Snape at the moment, he was seeing another side of her.

They’d had several long conversations about everything and nothing. She always managed to surprise him. She was raised to be a proper English lady, one the Queen would be proud of. She’d told him the horrors of learning how to ballroom dance with a rather sweaty boy named Jeffrey. She’d had etiquette lessons and learned French under her grandmother’s watchful eye.

In that aspect, they weren’t so different. He’d slyly started conversing in French, only to be pleasantly surprised when she answered flawlessly. He’d told her of his own lessons, how much he itched to push Pansy’s chair in just a little too far. He even told her how much he hated the concept of arranged marriages and the great pains he’d taken to avoid being entangled with the Slytherin girls. She was easy to talk to and he found himself more and more intrigued as the days went by.

Hermione gingerly lowered herself to the mattress, surprised that she barely hurt at all. Thank Merlin. She knew she was going to have to apologize for her recent behavior. Malfoy had taken it like a champ, endearing him to her even further. Despite her discomfort, they’d managed to have several wonderful chats. He kept up with her in debates about magic and school work and even current events. He’d also opened up about the war.

She never realized how pressured he was to join the Death Eaters. He really had no choice, less he be both disowned by his parents and killed because he defied Voldemort’s orders. He might have fought opposite the Death Eaters for selfish reasons, but she was starting to see through them. He cared, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself.

She found herself opening up as well. She told him about how hard it was fitting in when she first came to Hogwarts, how she tried so hard because she knew how much of a disadvantage she was at. She told him of the Horcruxes, how hard they were to find, how terrified she and Harry and Ron were when they went on their missions. They’d all lost weight and sleep and blood trying to end Voldemort. Finally succeeding was a miracle but she still felt hollow. It was a sentiment he told her he knew well.

“Do you need another pain potion?” Draco asked cautiously, poising himself to get his head bit off.

“No, thank you. I’m feeling much better.” she said softly. “I’m, um, over it now. I…I know I’ve probably been a shrew this past week. Thank you…for looking after me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself Granger,” he mumbled. “I just didn’t want to have to explain your dead body if they ever get us out of here.”

“Yes well, thanks,” she said, biting back a laugh. He was trying just a bit too hard to act tough now.

“I’m starting to wish for detention now,” he said, quickly changing the subject. “Does that mean I’ve cracked?”

“I think two weeks is enough to crack a lot of people…but you don’t sound insane quite yet. The day you tell me you want to make love to Umbridge, we’ll talk.”

“Ugh, that horrid woman.” He shuddered. “She’d make the straightest man take a second look at blokes.”

She giggled. “Ron made clip clopping noises when she was in the hospital wing just to drive her crazy. It was great. She’d scream and look around for Centaurs.”

“What exactly did you do to her in that forest Granger?”

She grinned. “Well, I was actually trying to take her to Hagrid’s brother Gwarp, but the Centaurs got in the way. They were already beyond angry and she called them filthy half-breeds. We’re not really sure what they did to her, but if she hears hoof beats, she goes barmy.”

Draco chuckled. He could just imagine that puffy pink toad shrieking in terror at the thought of Centaur hooves. He couldn’t believe Granger had the guts to fool her like that in the first place. She was a bit more Slytherin than most gave her credit for. He smiled when he remembered what happened to Marietta Edgecomb when she ratted out Dumbledore’s Army. Yes, definitely best not to mess with the lioness. She had claws.

“Merlin I am so bored,” he sighed.

“Well, I for one, feel disgusting. Two weeks without a proper bath or a toothbrush is starting to make itself known. Cleansing charms only work so well.”

“Tell me about it. My teeth feel fuzzy.”

“Don’t even get me started on my hair.”

He laughed. “I’m not sure where I could start on that rat’s nest.”

She huffed. “Well, lying on it all the time is doing nothing for it and I can only stand the cold to move around so much.”

“Does the room seem to be getting colder to you too?”

She nodded. “Before, I could at least use the loo without my teeth chattering.”

“I noticed that too,” he hummed thoughtfully. “I sure hope we don’t freeze to death.”

“That would be a horrible way to go. Merlin, I think a hot bath would be heaven right about now.”

A loud pop drew their attention. There, a little ways from the ‘loo corner’ stood a large claw-footed bathtub. They both gasped and ran over to it, leaning over to feel the heat coming from the water inside. It was amazing and they weren’t about to waste it pondering on its sudden appearance.

“You go first Granger,” Draco said, mentally smacking himself for being a gentleman.

“You probably deserve it more than me,” she said sheepishly.

“I’m sure it would help you feel better though,” Draco said. “So hurry up in case it goes cold. I’ll just...turn the other way.”

Hermione thanked him and waited until his back was turned before she shed her cami and jeans. She touched the water again, more to see if it was real than anything and squeaked when it was ice cold.

“Shit, it’s already cold.”

“Can’t be,” Draco said, jumping up without thinking about her state of undress.

He felt his collar grow warm and his trousers tighten when he saw her in just her knickers and bra, Slytherin green. She really was quite the looker, especially in his house colors. He pushed that thought out of his mind. That kind of thinking wasn’t going to get him anywhere. When he reached the tub, steam started coming out of it and he shook his head in disbelief.

“No…no no, that’s not good.”

Hermione gulped and retreated across the room, watching in horror as the steam disappeared.

“If you want a bath Granger,” Draco said, swallowing hard, “it looks like we’ll have to do it together.”

AN: MUAHAHAHAHAHA *hackcoughspitsputterclutchthoat* So I sort of skipped a week of hell. Sorry guys. I didn't have the heart to put Hermione and Draco through it (on screen at least) but look where we find ourselves now. I would cackle evilly but I have step and it hurts. *pouts* Tune in next time when the bath continues. *waggles eyebrows* As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I was a little anxious about such a squicky topic, as realistic as it might be. I'm glad you guys enjoyed it. Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... Love you guys.
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